As expected, the two of them started playing. Fang Xiyan seemed to be afraid that Feng Xiaoxun would use some tricks. She poured wine for him personally every time, and each cup was full and there was no moisture at all.

Feng Xiaoxun was so happy that she asked her to serve her. Who said that the person she loved was drinking with her green sleeves beside her was not a kind of happiness?

Time slowly flowed by the two of them. Fang Xiyan finally finished drinking the small half of the soup. In order to suppress the smell of smell, she stuffed some food in it. When the soup was finished, she almost couldn't bear it.

I moved, leaning lazily there.

Looking at Feng Xiaoxun, his handsome face, which was originally as fair as jade, was stained with some alcohol, and his purple eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was a little drunk.

He looked at Fang Xiyan who was lazily leaning there: "Okay, I'll take you out for a walk and digest it, don't accumulate food."

He seemed to want to get up and pull her, but he lifted half of his body and suddenly sat down softly again, frowned slightly, and his arms were on the ground, as if he wanted to exert force again, but his arms also softened and almost slid down from the chair.

"What's wrong with you?" Fang Xiyan didn't know when she came to him, and pressed her slender hand on his shoulder, as if she was concerned and something else.

Feng Xiaoxun frowned and shook his head: "It seems like he's drunk a little too much, um, he's a little soft."

Fang Xiyan's lips were pursed into a straight line: "Didn't you say you're not drunk for a thousand cups?"

Feng Xiaoxun smiled bitterly: "This wine is a little bit strong, I haven't drunk for a long time." He closed his eyes slightly: "Come to the boss to sober up the soup."

"Then can you stand up?"

Feng Xiaoxun moved slightly and sighed: "The body is so soft that I am afraid I can't leave for a while..."

As soon as he said something, the Jianjing acupoint on both sides suddenly became numb, and his arms could no longer move! He looked up in surprise: "You..."

The green shadow flashed in front of him, and the key acupoints on his body were tamped. His whole body was stiff and he couldn't move any more! His eyes suddenly became darker: "Xiyan, what are you doing?"

Fang Xiyan finally succeeded, breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart, which had been hanging for a few days, finally calmed down a little, and looked at him coldly: "Master Demon Lord, what do you think I want to do?!"

She is an exorcist, but he is a great evil demon, his natural enemy. Isn’t it unnecessary to ask her what she is going to do at this moment?

She endured him for so long and finally got a big turn!

"Feng Xiaoxun, you sealed my spiritual power and thought I would let you do whatever you want?!" Fang Xiyan stretched her palm around her waist and pulled out a short knife. The blade was sharp and the cold light shone, approaching her.
Chapter completed!